GRUNK

Wrist (Yeah), hurt (Yeah)
Fuck with me, get cursed, huh
Play with me, that llama (Yeah)
It gon' get the burst (Yeah, yeah)
Spitting hollow tips (Bit)
It can get you burnt ('Kay)
Bitch, I feel like Rick
How I shoot you out this Earth
(Tactical nuke incoming)
($upreme, you're a bitch)
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
I'm Grunk
Ayy

Shoot that boy up in the head and he cross-eyed
He had no vision, but now he see both sides
Serving the block with a suit and a bow tie
Built for this shit, bitch, I don't need a co-sign
Ride in the whip with a blick
If he talking that shit then he gone, he missing with no sign
Blood in my cup and it's filled to the brim with the AK
I line 'em up shouting out showtime (Yeah, yeah)
Ate me a devil fruit, I feel like Luffy (Yeah, yeah)
Stretching my money, she throw me that pussy (Yeah, yeah, bitch)
Don't fuck with no snakes but I copped me some Gucci (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
Related to savages like Young Nudy
Got like three bitches, can't fit in a two-seat
Got me a Glock and I'm doing the toosie slide (Huh, huh, pussy)
Bitch, this the clique
I like all my wrists slit
I like all my bitches thick (Yeah)
I hit they walk with a limp (Yeah, goddamn)
Okay, telling he popping but know his CD be flopping
I know his shawty be slobbing on my dick, mhm (Yeah)
He thought that we're gonna one-on-one, I'm pulling up with the stick, huh

Super smash, I'm fast, I'm feeling it
Adrenaline, red, my head, I'm killing this
Side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams
Bitch, you gonna feel my fucking wrath if you would smite me
Like woah, I think that I might just lose control
Yeah, I drank some kerosene, I might explode
Twenty-five shooters in the fold
Twenty-five shooters in the fold

He thought that my choppa was gay how it came out the closet
And I ain't tryna talk to a pussy nigga if it ain't 'bout that money and profit
I just slide down the block with a stick on my side with my niggas to make a deposit
All my niggas be with it, we don't do the talking and sure as hell don't do the gossip (Yeah)
Pussy boy running like Tay K (Yeah)
Up the Glock, make him do the Nae Nae (Yeah)
How you talking that shit when you got a pistol, my nigga, and I got a AK? (Yeah)
Run up on me, you dying in broad day
Bring your homies, they dying the same way
And I'm airing the block with a AR-15, got the whole set screaming Mayday

You don't want the smoke, we gon' run in your house
The chop on my hip, put the blick in his mouth
I catch you in public, I'm clicking, I'm clicking, I'm clicking, until I give that boy some clout
Choppa make him sad, make that lil' boy pout
And I got some shooters, came up from the south
Once you get three strikes then you out
And I know that you rap, know you ain't 'bout it
She want me 'cause I'm clouted
Choppa on me got 'em pouting
Beating 'em up, baby, Chris Brown
Kick him out the crib and then I say bye-bye
He watching my moves just like it was sci-fi
We smoking his pack, shout out to Lil'
Glocky on me, yeah that sound like (Fah, fah)
She finna eat me like some

And I'm airing the block with a mofucking Glock
And it's busting down doors like I work for the SWAT
And I don't give a fuck about none of your pawns, lil' bitch
Unless that shit gon' make me some guap
In the whip, keep a strap, I ain't talking no [?]
The choppa kept poking, [?]
[?] then we getting in trouble
Dripping hard, I just made me a puddle
Holy fuck, I just made me a ocean
When I'm in the field I ain't got no emotions
He thought I was joking, turns out I ain't joking
Megaman, they don't know what I'm toting
Grab some mats, they don't know, overload it
Hella bands in my pocket, I'm folding
Line 'em up with the Glock, I'm unloading
I'm in your trap and I'm finna

Wait, I'm burning up like a heater in December
Boy wanna talk but that boy will get dismembered
Pull up on him and I shoot where he remember
Walk in this bitch and I pull up with my members
Walk in this bitch with a blade, he getting severed
Empty the clip, I'm in love with squeezing levers
I can't love a bitch 'cause I know she think she clever
Full metal jacket, it's raining, check the weather
It's a warning, grab my Glock
If you walk in this bitch then you finna get shot
I got a bitch at the crib and she giving me top
And the pussy so wet, it get hit with a mop
I cut up the beat like a fucking vasectomy
I got a bitch in the crib and she testing me
If she doing her job 'cause the bitch keep on necking me
I came in this bitch with the light but no destiny

All my niggas with it, yo' girl give me lip, she fitted
Her dome on my dick and like a fitted hat, don't quit it (What?)
She gon' suck and kiss it, VVS like pussy dripping
Dominican misses, with the choppa, leave you missing
Better keep me up because I'm going fast and now slow
I'm a bastard, you a hoe, come unfasten on my bone
I don't wanna spend my pennies on Henny, but I be drinking plenty
Twenty times I fucked a bitch, using the same lines when I'm drunk